"Potter's, Bellatrix!" Professor McGonagall called.
All of the sudden, the hall erupted in whispers. Everyone stared in awe as I walked up to the stool.
Professor McGonagall gave me a gentle smile as I propped myself up on the stool and she place the incredibly dirty hat on my head.
"Hmm…interesting one this is. Very smart but yet so very brave. Perhaps Hufflepuff? Or, wait, maybe Ravenclaw would be better? No, I thing I see something much greater. It seems fitting, but is it? Perhaps—"The hat began. It seemed to take forever.
Not slytherin, not slytherin, not slytherin, I chanted to myself.
I had seen the lot of them on the far left of the hall, sitting arrogantly at their own table. I would do anything not to be with them.
"Not slytherin, Eh? Well, alright then. I suppose all we have lest is GRYFFINDOR!" The hat said loudly.
Part of the room erupted with loud cheers, shouts, and applause. I even heard some clapping behind me!
I grinned and walked over to the Gryffindor table to sit. Hermione, a friend I had made on the train made room for me to sit beside her and I smile at her.
Everything quieted as Professor McGonagall called Harry's name and he walked to the stool. After moments of anxious waiting, the hat called Gryffindor and one again the deafening crowed erupted again. This time though, Fred and George got up and shouted, "We got both Potters, we got both Potters!" Over and over again.
Harry came over and sat across from me, besides Ron.
After singing and immensely lame song dedicated to Hogwarts, and listening to a few rules given by Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster, we began the feast.
Everyone started to talk about their family and such, saying how magical they were and all. I just gave Harry a sad smile which he returned.